Jeffrey Howey Poet Rhyme

My Amphetamine

The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns 
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains 

It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses, I never know the reason
It needs to halt, wait, stop before the creases
Rip, tear, show too much wear. It is like treason 

But regardless it is not speed, or an aphrodisiac 
And it is not a drug for an insomniac 
It is not a synthetic made craft like ketamine or crack
It is pure rage. It is natural born. It is my Amphetamine, in fact. 


                                          Neronero
                                          April 9th, 2019

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Kurt Ravidas April 10, 2019 at 5:00 AM Agreed about snowflake. Good luck)

Kurt Ravidas April 9, 2019 at 2:10 PM If it wasn't the third quatrain, I would call it a monorhyme, a pretty rare thing. Jeffrey Howey April 9, 2019 at 2:33 PM If I'm being fully honest, I am not fully versed in the vast varieties of poetry forms. Regardless, every original artwork made by any individual with any skill level is as rare as each snowflake. No matter what form or similarities, all art is unique. I thank you for the praise!